Hip Cities and Lost Souls (Version 2)
This is the second version of this novel, as of this date it is still unfinished, although I'm working on completing it as a post it.
More to come
Chapter Five
Lance heard the approach of the van even before the sound came of its tires popping over the gravel drive outside the motel, a hazy memory of those dark days waiting in the jungle for the arrival of choppers, lives hanging on the whisper of their approach and whether they would arrive on time, though now, no bleeding bodies lay around him, no moaning and groaning of wounded often dying men, just the silence between him and Sarah as they sat, waiting, with the sharp, hurried stomp of Dan’s boots on the walkway just outside. Each footfall filled with a growing panic only the pace could attest to, the scent of the van’s exhaust telling Lance even more, a sense of flight, as if at any moment, something, someone other than Dan would burst into the room. “Cong!” a distant voice echoed in his head, along with the remembered rat tat tat of machinegun fire, theirs, and the response of the grunts dug into soil as unsubstantial as blood. “Is that him?” Sarah asked, her voice sh...
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